I'm waiting for December.. for the snow.. coffee on an early cold Saturday morning...
I'll miss the reds and oranges in the air
Leonard Cohen..
And I'll always know that: no memory deserves to be forgotten.. specially mine!

But it's time to move on, and on, and on, and on, and on, and on.. cuz I know that "it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine, it'll be fine.... for awhile"

همش اتفاق‌های بد بد میفته

هی‌ مریض میشم، کلی‌ درس و مشق دارم ولی‌ حوصله و انرژی ندارم
بعد لامپ اتاقم سوخته اینجا تاریک شده هوای بیرونم که اینقدر مزخرفه که نمی‌خوام پامو از خونه بذارم بیرون
هی‌ حوصلم سر میره.. همچی‌ دیگه تکراری و لوس شده
تنها یک نفری که دلم می‌خواد تو این شلوغی براش وقت بذارم برای من وقت نداره
و از همه بدتر: باز من دو روز رفتم مسافرت گلدونم داره خشک می‌شه
خلاصه اصلا اعصاب ندارم.. هیچی‌ حال نمیده
با همه قهرم

no matter how busy I am
no matter how inspired I am
no matter how much I enjoy what I do
it's that time of the year again..
I'm feeling empty
fully empty

I'm in the lab, trying desperately to finish my typography homework which is super-hard and needs a lot of concentration.. well it's kinda my "passion" or whatever.. you know so I SHOULD MUST and HAVE TO succeed! Eventually I want to become a big graphic designer with typography specialty (this was a personal secret thing though.. I don't like to walk in the hallway and talk about it to every random breathing creature I see.
But in case you're wondering why I'm saying it to you, I should say I'm drinking Hpnotiq (alcohol) right now in the lab with Angela, my favorite person in this whole campus.
Surprisingly my homework is turning wayyy better now! Seriously..
That's all for now
okay bye

"Hello my love..
It feels cold under
your silence.."